When your Best isn't Good Enough

The POTUS must not be sleeping much lately, thanks to recent resurfacing of allegations and admissions regarding the party-crashers, the Christmas Day bomber near-disaster, and the murder of 7 important CIA agents from one Al-Quaeda double agent suicide bomber. Plus, he starts the new year with one of the lowest approval ratings of any President heading into his second year. The POTUS came into office with a strong mandate of the people, most of who were infected with a fever of change, and now he's beginning to realize that it's not as easy as he once thought it would be. It's one thing to work hard to stay in front of everything, but if you ever managed even a small group of people for any extended period of time, you will find that it's not easy to be in control of everything. As a former manager, I would try to surround myself with the best and strongest, and yet still, there'd be something that happens that you never saw coming or got there too late. The key is to try to stay unemotional and stay in front of the problems, all the time. The only problem there is you can't see everything. People do and say the strangest things, at the worst times, and you either stress yourself out trying to stay one step ahead, or something small and trivial slips by your fingers and you don't realize it until it's too late. POTUS is not looking too excited lately, and now I'm wondering if he's second-guessing himself on some of his appointments and cabinet positions. His political party doesn't sound so happy, either -- they just lost 4 more Senators who will not be running again, leaving their seats wide open. It's funny how I remember when the 'publicans had a similar experience during the Bush Administration, and the press was quick to point out that it reminded one of rats leaving a sinking ship. Don't see quite the same reaction from the press this time. It's like watching Superman suddenly turn mortal and be seriously hurt by punch after counter-punch. And not much noise from my Bush-bashing friends, lately, either -- you see, it's not as easy as it seems. C'mon, friends, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here to help. You see, for the past eight years, my back has grown very strong because of all the weight put on it by you bashers, thanks to constant finger-pointing about every little negative thing being wrongly connotated as a F-up by a dim POTUS. Not so now? Is the shoe now on the other foot? Need Athlete's Food powder?